Chapter 3261

As he spoke, the cultivator excitedly came over, pulled Zhou Cang to his side, and announced that from this moment on, Zhou Cang was his closed-door disciple.

According to Wu Feng's perception, this cultivator's cultivation base was likely approaching the level of a Saint.

Zhou Cang smiled faintly and bowed very politely to the cultivator, indicating that he would rely on the cultivator's care in the future.

The cultivator waved his hand, indicating that he would also have to rely on a top-tier disciple like Zhou Cang to boost the sect's performance.

Except for Wu Feng, everyone else was very envious. Sima Rui was also so excited that his face turned red.

Sima Rui was a person without ulterior motives. Since Zhou Cang had helped him before, he naturally cheered for any good news regarding Zhou Cang.

Afterward, Sima Rui went up. The cultivator returned to his cold expression and signaled for Sima Rui to press the plum blossom pattern.

Sima Rui pressed it, and a tiny bit of golden light appeared before vanishing.

The cultivator said unhappily, "Metal element, second stage. Get down."

Sima Rui felt as if he had been struck by lightning; he felt terrible. Only after being scolded by the cultivator again did he hurriedly apologize and prepare to step down.

However, at this moment, Zhou Cang suddenly pulled the cultivator aside and whispered a few words.

The cultivator turned his head to look at Sima Rui, then revealed a slight smile. He ended the conversation, walked over, pointed at Sima Rui, and said with disdain, "Considering you are Zhou Cang's follower, come over as well."

Zhou Cang beckoned to Sima Rui, and Sima Rui was suddenly overcome with wild joy and hurriedly went over.

Sima Rui stood beside Zhou Cang and whispered his thanks to him.

Zhou Cang waved his hand, looking calm and composed.

In Wu Feng's heart, he had gained a further understanding of Zhou Cang.

Zhou Cang was a person with a high family status, and he was also someone willing to help poor friends.

Although there were many such people, there were few who could do what Zhou Cang did without asking for anything in return.

Wu Feng quite admired Zhou Cang.

It was Wu Feng's turn to go up. The cultivator glanced at Wu Feng and then continued to say with disdain, "Press the plum blossom pattern."

"What? The plum blossom pattern?"

Wu Feng was somewhat shocked in his heart.

Wu Feng had always felt that his talent was heaven-defying. Even if it were not as good as Zhou Cang's, it should definitely be among the highest levels. Yet now, this cultivator of indeterminate age was actually telling Wu Feng to press the lowest plum blossom pattern.

Wu Feng had no choice but to speak up and ask the cultivator, "Um, Master Cultivator, if my talent is too high and far exceeds the capacity of this plum blossom pattern, what will be the result?"

The cultivator glared at Wu Feng and said, "Why are you talking so much? Can't I, your master, see what talent you have? You are just a plum blossom. Are you pressing it or not? If not, get down."

Stared at by this cultivator who was at the level of a Saint, Wu Feng felt as if his body was no longer his own, so he had to gloomily press the plum blossom pattern.

However, afterward, only a little bit of colorful light emerged before it vanished.

The cultivator glanced at Wu Feng, frowned slightly, and said, "You are actually a rare Five Elements spiritual root, so balanced, but all at the lowest first level. Do you want me to make an exception and take you in to do some chores under my seat?"

Upon hearing this, although Wu Feng was unhappy, he was also very shocked that his aptitude could be so poor. However, considering that he could get in anyway, he was just about to agree.

But at this moment, Wu Feng's peripheral vision caught sight of Zhou Cang, and suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck stood up.